WHO: Adrasteia, Erik, others WHAT: a catch-all with starters in the comments; will match format WHEN: early Bloomingtide WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall NOTES: Erik comes with a built-in language warning
It's nice to have it be understood, even if it's not said out loud.
Why d'you think we're here? she'd asked, once upon a time, in a place far beyond the Fade. The answer's never left her.
To do good.
So the wording hits her deeply, because there's no way she knows, but sometimes the universe just shakes out that way. Ellie reaches up to scratch again at Artichoke's withers and shoulder joints, where his wings meet his body, and gives him some good rubs and scratches, almost massaging out the loose down and molting feathers.
"Handsome boy," she murmurs under her breath, because her chest feels too tight to answer Adrasteia right away.
"Guess I'll just have to see, right?" she asks, lifting her face. "Might've fallen ass-first into Thedas but I don't have to stay sitting on it."
"That's the spirit." Adrasteia meets Ellie's gaze evenly, clearly pleased. "And in the meantime, you get to learn how to fly. Not a bad exchange, I think." There's nothing forcing Rifters to remain with Riftwatch, though she's aware there's something about the Anchor Shards that responds poorly to them being too far away from one another over an extended period of time.
Not that any of that bears mentioning in this exact moment.
"Do you know what sort of weapon you lean towards?"
Ellie can't help a smile, a glimpse of her teeth as she digs another treat out of her pocket, holding it flat in her palm like she's feeding a horse, and doesn't wince as Artichoke takes it. He's surprisingly gentle. She strokes his beak.
"Bow and arrows," she answers, right away. "And knives. I'm good at some other stuff too, but Thedas hasn't really gotten around to making some of the stuff I usually work with."
"The only other archer I know of for certain within Riftwatch is named Edgard." Adrasteia gives a little shrug. "But archers are always helpful, and necessary." Like mages they are often in the rear, protecting others but still putting their own lives on the line.
Ellie can't help but smile in response, noting the name -- she hasn't met him yet, but she figures they'll probably be assigned together at some point.
She doesn't figure everyone will be as cool as Adrasteia, but so far, she's gotten lucky.
"So, do you put... saddles on these guys?" she asks, gesturing to Artichoke. "Bridles?" How would a bit even work? Would it be more like a harness? Shit.
I'm making this shit up as I go, also sorry for losing the notif!
"Saddles, yes, but not bridles exactly." Beaks and all that, you see. It's a lot more difficult to force a griffon to turn its head than a horse, for one thing.
Ellie is correct in presuming that there is, at least, a harness; Adrasteia goes and collects all the needed supplies for mounting and riding the griffons, including saddles and harnesses. "The rest is fairly similar to a horse's tack."
"Figures. Do they just... know where we want them to go, or what?"
Ellie's excitement is obvious, but she pays careful attention to how the tack goes on, makes sure the saddle's properly tightened. She handles that, at least, with familiarity.
"... I guess that'll get answered once we're in the air."
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Why d'you think we're here? she'd asked, once upon a time, in a place far beyond the Fade. The answer's never left her.
To do good.
So the wording hits her deeply, because there's no way she knows, but sometimes the universe just shakes out that way. Ellie reaches up to scratch again at Artichoke's withers and shoulder joints, where his wings meet his body, and gives him some good rubs and scratches, almost massaging out the loose down and molting feathers.
"Handsome boy," she murmurs under her breath, because her chest feels too tight to answer Adrasteia right away.
"Guess I'll just have to see, right?" she asks, lifting her face. "Might've fallen ass-first into Thedas but I don't have to stay sitting on it."
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Not that any of that bears mentioning in this exact moment.
"Do you know what sort of weapon you lean towards?"
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Ellie can't help a smile, a glimpse of her teeth as she digs another treat out of her pocket, holding it flat in her palm like she's feeding a horse, and doesn't wince as Artichoke takes it. He's surprisingly gentle. She strokes his beak.
"Bow and arrows," she answers, right away. "And knives. I'm good at some other stuff too, but Thedas hasn't really gotten around to making some of the stuff I usually work with."
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"Besides, knives are always a good idea." A wink.
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She doesn't figure everyone will be as cool as Adrasteia, but so far, she's gotten lucky.
"So, do you put... saddles on these guys?" she asks, gesturing to Artichoke. "Bridles?" How would a bit even work? Would it be more like a harness? Shit.
I'm making this shit up as I go, also sorry for losing the notif!
Ellie is correct in presuming that there is, at least, a harness; Adrasteia goes and collects all the needed supplies for mounting and riding the griffons, including saddles and harnesses. "The rest is fairly similar to a horse's tack."
it's the dw life rn
Ellie's excitement is obvious, but she pays careful attention to how the tack goes on, makes sure the saddle's properly tightened. She handles that, at least, with familiarity.
"... I guess that'll get answered once we're in the air."